I have been on pins and needles since saying good-bye to papa and my eight-year-old...waiting to hear if their flight to Spain went well. I don't know what it is about this trip that has made me feel like my stomach is in my throat...my sweet boy, my first born having this first great adventure that I am not a part of. But I am thrilled for him, and of course for papa who gets to finally introduce his boy to all his friends, show him around his old neighborhood, eat jamón, turrón and panellets not made at home, speak spanish and learn more Catalan.
So today after school when I found these photos in my email, my heart ached with joy.
